Delinquent

“Now, now, baldy we’re friends aren’t we?” I enquire, seeing his whole head turn red from ire – or from a sun burn – “Let go of my arm,” I seethe, feeling his fingers dig further into my flesh.

Swiftly, I twist my arm, causing his to bend at an unnatural angle, his lips pursing in pain. In a flash I twist both of his arms behind his back, his body arching forwards towards the pavement. The painful sounds he releases sound like music to my ears and I push his arms further up towards his neck, his knees buckling underneath him, my grasp loosening as he falls to the ground.

Twisting on my axis, I allow baldy to recover, my eyes catching Romeo’s through the dark circle lenses, a frown etched onto his face. He was evidently watching the spectacle, his head slightly shaking at me before he points behind me, my eyes catching baldy attempting to get up.

Without another thought I begin to run, my feet exasperated from the amount of exertion its endured today. My eyes snap towards the ground careful not to make eye contact with the police officer I’m running past however a loud shout breaks through the silence and the police officer fumbles to interpret the words. “Catch her! She’s a thief!” My eyes roll at Baldy and I push myself to sprint faster, hearing the police officer shout some instructions down his walkie-talkie, hearing some codes in response.

Hastily, I turn my head to assess the situation, not seeing the police officer anywhere in sight. My eyes bulge out of their sockets when I look at who I’ve stumbled into, my breath hitching in my throat. “I’m sorry ma’am, are you alright?”

Gulping, I nod, the cogs in my brain turning as I suppress the desire to smirk. Seeing the officer that chased me heading towards my direction with a fixed pointed look, I peer up at the naïve officer through my lashes, seeing he could no more than twenty-five. “Yes Sir, thank you.”

“Well if that’s all, have a good day Miss,” he replies curtly, stepping out of my way, the other officer getting closer to us. My hand splays on his chest and stop his movements. “Miss, what are you doing?”

My voice is laced with honey and sweetness as I reply to him, “I was just wondering what it feels to be arrested.” He scrunches his face up, his questioning gaze fills up with intrigue. “This might sound so weird, but I’ve always seen it in the movies and I just wanted to know. Pretty please?”

With a wary look towards me he nods, his finger twisting in the air gesturing me to spin around. Following his instructions I allow him to wrap his hand on both of mine behind my back with little pressure to alleviate any possible pain. My head twists seeing the other officer walking away after having witnessed our little demonstration.

The blond officer releases me and I push a forced smile on my face, nodding briskly before walking cautiously in the opposite direction to either officer. My heart doesn’t stop hammering even when I’ve reached my apartment, quickly jumping in my bed: drained and weary.

Loudly, my phone rings from my backpack and I sigh before digging through the contents and pulling it into my sight. My eye twitches ever so slightly as I look at the caller ID.

After seven missed calls, I finally answer the phone, a shaky breath escaping my lips, “What do you want Marc?”

“I’m in trouble, I wouldn’t be begging you if it wasn’t serious-”

“I don’t hear any begging being doing right now, Marc,” I reply in a clipped voice. “In fact I don’t want to hear any begging, I thought I told you to never call me ever again.”

He sighs, most likely running a hand over the rough stubble on his chin, “I’m sorry okay, but I’m being serious right now, I need help. Please just come to the café, you know which one,” in a very low murmur he mutters the next words, “pretty please with sprinkles on top.”

“Okay, fine Marc, meet me there tomorrow at noon, if you try anything funny you’ll be dinner to my dogs.”

A chuckle is heard through the phone as he replies, “You don’t have any dogs, though.”

With that I hung up, my body shattered, sleep overcoming me quickly as I pull the blanket over my body.

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